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" two enormous wind-blown policemen came gustily into Carnegie Hall out of the driving blizzard. The snow still glistened in little beads on their rubber capes and red ears, but when they heard what was not sin they stopped dead in their tracks, and for the better part of an hour stood, dripping and atten- tive, trying t{) learn what companion- ate marriage meant and whether it was in violation of any city ordinance. We had never before seen two police- men so bewildered about their sex life. The debate was a big success and was very confusing. Rabbi Wise, darkly handsome, mellifluous, all unc- tion, all irony, continually referred to his opponent as "Dear Lindsey," in mellow, patronizing tones. The little Denver judge, bald and excited, howled at the roof, throwing his voice and his arms about in anguish. The large and assorted audience, having braved the blizzard, sat quietly in their seats and took careful notes. So many ladies were taking notes that we trembled to think of the next meet- }\\ r " :: , >-{:" o )ø.{:., A . ;... :. -:.". . . ing of the East Orange Woman's Club. The Judge said companionate mar- riage was the existing form and should be made legal. The Rabbi said it was a shopping excursion into sex. (Ap- plause from the excursionists.) One of the funniest reversals of feeling we ever witnessed came at the end. Rabbi Wise concluded his speech in a burst of rhetoric, an appeal for the old mar- riage that was "the crowning glory of the human race." He sat down amid loud applause. Whereupon up jumped the Judge and shouted: "I accuse the Rabbi of having appealed to your emo- . I " I tlons. t was a master stroke, and the audience, heartily ashamed of their emotions, raised a thunderous volley of clapping. The subject seemed not quite clear to everybody. "You might as well legalize murder," said one vibrant lady to her escort, as people were filing out. "It's a swell idea but it would be too much for me," giggled a happy young man. We were a trifle vague about the whole thing ourself. Someone stopped us outside and asked us who the speak- er had been. "Rabbi Ben Ez- ra," we replied, uncertainl y. W hat Is Done With Them A N inquisitive government patrol boat scur- rying about New York waters the other evening came upon a small vessel from which mysterious packets were be- ing lowered into the sea. The patrol gave voice to a megaphoned "What are you dumping?" The an- swer, brÏef and surprising, was, "Razor blades." Af- ter a pause, came another megaphone call, "We've all had our laugh; what are you really dumping?" The response to this was the same. The patrol boat came along- side and the officer in command de- clared that he had never heard of such a thing. He was shown a permit from the War Department, however, and had nothing more to say. The fact is that this boat is chartered twice a year by a razor-blade manu- facturing company and puts out wIth a cargo of blades rejected because of imperfections in manufacture. The cargo in question consisted of nineteen million blades worth, had they been in marketable condition, around two mil- hon dollars. They weighed thirty- eight tons and it took four men four hours to throw them away. Architects' Evening T HE Beaux Arts Ball of 1928 might go down into record as the night on which the portly came into their own. Never have we seen so many extremely tall and extremely fat men on one dance floor, all of them looking positively handsome instead of silly. Arabian and Moroccan habiliments, even feminine ones, are apparently enhanced by flesh and bulk. Other trivial notes 0 f the evening: the pageant more beautiful and more dramatic than ever and, from its stag- ing, far easier to see; a piquant vivan- dière holding up the Foreign Legion